I have never understood the way we treat immigrants in this country – as if they are some vile yet exploitable force, used as cardboard boogiecritters to rile and divert the populace while they are doing jobs that many already on this soil would not consider doing. However, this ham-fisted, more than faintly hysterical, approach […]

Admittedly I went with a fansquirrelish level of excitement to see the National Theatre Live’s production of Hamlet with Benedict Cumberbatch as the melancholy Dane. The five acts were compressed into two with a running time of about 3 hours, including intermission (in the interest of disclosure, that there was no wine available at the […]

After fivish years of more fun and frolic than any one can – or should – stand, I have decided to resume the Scribbling Way. There is deathless prose rattling somewhere in the old brain, and I intend to go panning for the nuggets. Watch this space! Photo credit Laurie Tavan Thalassa as Mrs Flora […]

The first Full Moon after the Vernal Equinox is almost upon us. From Passover, to Easter, to Holi – this time is celebrated as the moment when the energies of Spring really start making themselves felt (with a sympathetic nod to those still shaking their fists at a blanket of snow and cursing that poor little […]

The Supreme Court of the United States will be turning its attention to two important civil rights cases this week, both of them regarding the right individuals to marry who they wish. Rights. Civil ones. Let’s use the metaphor of air, because of air’s inalienability factor. When everyone gets to right to breathe – or […]

 In days of yore the calendar New Year started around the Vernal Equinox. Celebrations were held, gifts were exchanged and people started their year with a Spring in their step, as it were. Then the calendar changed and the New Year got crammed up against Twelfth Night. Starting up around the Equinox has always seemed sensible to […]

  On my Travels With Thalassa page on Facebook, I do daily miniblogs. I like this one so much I decided it needs to be posted here too. This miniblog is brought to you by the letter I for Isadora Duncan, whose picture inspired the adorable child in this picture. Remember that meme about dance […]

I’m sure we’re all a little tired of white smoke and Latin right now, but bear with me for a few ruminations on things Popish that transcend  a bunch of old men in long black dresses getting together in a prettily painted clubhouse and selecting a new chief. The fellow who gets to wear the […]

Once I had informed the Guardian Council of the Ruined Castles Of My Mind (RCOMM, also known as the voices in my rice krispies that advise my better angels) that I would commence the primrose Path of Bloggery, the ideas tumbled out of the interior woodwork. I can no longer take a shower or play […]

I manage to miss the Oscars every year. The fact that I can go years without seeing a first run film in an actual meat-space theatre is part of it, but more often I just get lost in the temporal miasma  ™ and miss the show. Par example, this year the darling spouse and I […]